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For Mothers
Thru this door all must pass
This door that opens for life
Its mysteries, its tragedies
Are not easily won or shared
A woman’s openness to undergo a process
Which brings into human form
That stuff stars are composed of
Nothing less than a miracle
Nothing less than an...
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Right before Carmella met her tragic death
she gave me a red camellia,it blooms almost always
around the time my son drew his first breath
She was gone in December,he came to me in February
For 17 years it represented the spider web that is life
with its petals colored red,like...
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white flowers drift down from the trees like snow
an obligitory two weeks of distance
one week down, one to go
time changes and the hours seem longer
everything set on a high contrast
sky blue to spring green
infused with the sun
reflecting back only the colors not absorbed
cats padding...
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I wrote this soon after K.s death,in part to address the fact no memory of my life will go on after me..but I have learned this is not entirely true,my friends children,their children will carry some of my spirit with them..it is all any of us can...
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Gifts in the Wind
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